Tender
Flower blossoms...

0-5 weeks:
Although my life is so brand new...

On the blood fields they cry
Young men needlessly die...

'We're ready mum'
The chorus cries...

~ The Looking Glass ~
An observation of the following painting...

You look at me with pretty eyes,
you look at me, I know not why...

Fear, disgust, repulsion, all this and more etched...
Inside my tortured mind the memory of my screams...

threading twelve needles
through many flooded cave networks...

Trump Tweeting,
uncharacteristically...

Rugged rock face slips,
revealing a sequined dance...

Scarlet was her kiss left upon his cheek,
A tender bright promise for tomorrow...

Scattered sheep on fields,
trailed by tiny fleecy coats...